Zhang Xiaofei thought to himself, I want to hack you to death with one knife, if not, I will hack you to death with two knives.

Li Xiaoming thought to himself, I will stab you to death like Zaru.

Wood knives and kitchen knives came to him.

The melon fork was also raised into the air.

Then their men went to the sky.

Watching the snow street become more and more distant at their feet, watching the figure of the monster getting smaller and smaller, the two teenagers were terrified, not knowing what was going on.

The spirit on the central street was extremely turbulent after Lin Ji fought with the old monk, and in the seemingly gentle wind and snow, I don't know how much power was hidden, and ordinary people couldn't get close at all.

Zhang Xiaofei and Li Xiaoming want to rush over, the only ending. It was like two rag bags that were blown away.

The cold wind howled and brushed their cheeks, and they fell from a height of several feet in the air and fell heavily on the snowy street.

Snap twice. Snow splattered, and two teenagers spurted blood.

At this time, looking at the monsters in the street, the fear in their eyes became more and more intense.

They were in severe pain, and they didn't know if they had broken their bones. They helped each other to their feet. I felt each other's bodies tremble. They really started crying because it really hurt and they were really scared.

They tried to wipe away their tears, but found that they couldn't wipe them clean. This made them feel that it was a shame, so they cried more and more, and felt more and more ashamed.

So they raised their knives and forks, and rushed out into the street again with a cry.

The goshawk never cared about the low-flying female sparrow, and the sea didn't care about the hair-thin river, and after first glancing at the two Canghai City teenagers, the old monk did not pay the slightest attention with pity. He walked calmly on the snow street, with only Lin Ji in his eyes.

Lin Ji looked at the two teenagers who were running for their lives, and his heartbeat accelerated inexplicably, as if he saw a praying mantis struggling to block the wheel, and saw an ant supporting the sole of the giant's shoe.

He knew that those two teenagers couldn't change anything, let alone the fate of Canghai City, just like he couldn't change anything at this time, including the fate of those two teenagers.

For everything in this snowstorm, he was tired and helpless, very unwilling, this unwillingness was like the claws of a fierce beast tearing his spirit, making him nervous and painful.

Then he glanced at the two teenagers who were limping and running around each other, and seemed to have made a difficult decision.

Lin Ji glanced at the sky, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, then opened his lips and shouted softly: "Giant, save them." ”

Lin Ji's words fell, only to hear a tremor suddenly sounded from the Hou Mansion behind Lin Ji, a huge figure, like a goshawk, quickly skimmed over the sky, and then came to the two teenagers, hugged them, and then quickly returned to Lin Ji.

The whole process took only a split second.

After the old monk saw such a scene. He paused for a moment, then laughed slightly.

This is Lin Ji's last hole card, his plan is to let Lin Giant make the final blow before the old monk kills him, maybe Canghai City still has a glimmer of life, but there are too many things that suddenly happen in this world after all, and he can't predict it. So he made such a choice in such a situation.

"You saved them with your last hole card, do you want to die?"

"They are the hope of Canghai City, and it is my responsibility to keep them alive. ”

"The results don't make any difference. ”

"But I don't regret it. ”

As soon as Lin Ji exerted a little force, his body began to bleed, but he endured the pain and slowly stood up with trembling legs, because he wanted to die standing up.

Suddenly, something came to the old monk before Lin Ji.

It was a green brick. An ordinary green brick mottled and variegated, with moss on the surface, I don't know how many years it has been stuffed in the wall, and how many years it has endured the wind and rain of Canghai City.

The brick came from an ordinary courtyard next to Central Street, and it roared through the air. flew out of the courtyard wall and smashed into the old monk's body, but in the end he just fell in front of the old monk.

There was a muffled crack, and the green bricks shattered into four pieces.

Zhang Xiaofei looked at the green brick. I thought to myself, could it be that there are still hidden cultivators in Canghai City who have finally made a move? Could it be that this blue brick is a cultivator's weapon?

What happened next ruthlessly destroyed the two teenagers' hopes for the story peak, because as the green bricks broke, a man with a full beard. I don't know when he appeared on the courtyard wall, the man was still wearing his clothes in the cold winter, covered in oil, and he didn't look like a cultivator.

Zhang Xiaofei knew that this person was a man from a restaurant not far from his home.

But because this man is reckless. Zhang Xiaofei didn't have any good feelings for this guy, and for some reason, seeing the other party appear today, he was disappointed and a little warm. Probably the appearance of the gangster. made the front of Wuhou Mansion a little more lively, as if Canghai City had hope of winning again.

The man didn't dare to go down the courtyard wall, and sat on the wall with his legs apart in an ugly posture, holding a dozen bricks in his arms. He kept smashing at the old monk in the middle of the street, and with it a series of swear words.

The green bricks with the green marks of the residual snow kept flying down from the wall, and naturally none of them could be next to the old monk's clothes. They fell to the ground.

The old monk still walked forward calmly.

………… However, another kitchen knife flew through the air.

A black cauldron flew from the other side of the courtyard wall.

Bamboo poles for drying clothes fell from the upper floor.

There was piping hot tea thrown along with a priceless teapot.

On the courtyard wall on the side of the street, on the teahouse, there were countless Canghai people.

There are tea boys, and there are vendors at sweet potato stalls. There are restaurant owners, urchins, and women.

They took the heaviest thing in their hands and threw it at the old monk in the street.

They use the most filthy expletives. Greeting the old monk and his parents.

The central street, which had been silent a moment ago, was suddenly full of people.

A place that seemed to be a dead city a moment ago suddenly came to life.

The Canghai people, who didn't know where to hide a moment ago, suddenly came here.

They were terrified, so they silently stayed at home and waited for the end of this battle, and they were even in fear now because they were mortal.

But when they found out that Youxian Mountain had been defeated, they were just like the two teenagers from Zhixing Street. Suppressing the fear in my heart, I came where they were needed.

They want to protect the prince and protect Canghai City, and as Canghai people, of course they have to contribute to it. Even if it is fatal.

At this time, the south city and the north city became two completely different pictures.

More than 100,000 Lin family troops gathered in the south city to resist the strongest attack of the coalition army in history, and countless Canghai people in the north city poured into the streets. flocked to the Wuhou Mansion.

The old woman walked with the family to the central street.

An old man on crutches walked at the back of the crowd.

Not far from the old man, there was a shop owner who seemed to know what he was.

The owner brought his own servant. With all kinds of things that can be regarded as weapons in his hands, he walked towards the Wuhou Mansion.

All of them had fierce faces on their faces. Because all the people in this city will fight hard, and they will kill people.

The cold enveloped the entire Canghai City, so the wind and snow became more and more violent, and the cold was everywhere.

Central Avenue is also cold. But as more and more people appeared on the walls and on the streets, they stood side by side, shoulder to shoulder, they crowded the streets, their heels stepped on each other from time to time, the temperature on the streets gradually rose, the ice and snow melted, and even made people feel a little hot.

The hearts of the people of Canghai were hot, so their blood became hot until their bodies were hot, and they clenched their fists and waved their arms. He kept venting his anger.

Shouts and swear words rang out around the central street, people kept smashing bricks, and some people threw night pots, scrap tea, leftover rice, and children's urine at the old monks.

The previous Snow Street looked like the holy Joan Palace, with an unearthly beauty. The wind and snow are equally clean, without a trace of dust.

At this time, with the attack of the crowd, the long street suddenly became filthy, and the blasphemous shouts and swearing, as well as the stench from the world, drifted into the high sky as the wind and snow gradually rose.

The old monk was finally moved.

Within his field of vision, there were at least thousands of Canghai people on Snow Street, and he could sense that more Canghai people were rushing towards Central Street, coming to die.